Can We Believe Him?

"Hey! The one who should say that, it must be me! Why is it upside down? What did I do?" asked Kreysa with an annoyed face. The girl felt played.

Michael snapped his fingers, everything returned to normal. He walked back to the room where everyone was gathered. The circumstances around them changed, Freislor and Breckson sat down on one of the long sofas. The man who had tried to kill Freislor's mother sat between the two of them.

"Why all of a sudden? Is this the right time to question that?" Michael's mind roared. The teenager sighed, narrowing one eye at Breckson. As if giving the code. Unfortunately, Breckson wasn't the least bit interested in that. He prefers to continue the topic.

"Sir, sorry for both of us doing it so suddenly. But, could you introduce yourself?" asked Freislor, trying to be polite. The lines on his face made Freislor think the man was probably around forty.